I was downstairs watching something really educational on TV and heard
an extra-loud-bang-thump followed by not-the-usual-sounding wailing
upstairs followed immediately by "Oh no...oh no...oh no!!!" (they
never admit wrongdoing so quickly).
I flew up the stairs to find Numbers 1 and 3 in varying states of
distress. Number 3, injured and crying. Number 1, sorry and crying.
It's simple really. Both were in the bathroom. Number 1 was about to
brush his teeth and in true first-born-big-brother form, reached over
to lift the lid for his little brother just as he was leaning down to
WHAM!!! right in the mouth.
Good thing no stitches were needed (minimal blood actually). "Well,
Mr. ER doctor....this is how it happened..."
Another day, another story,